Fiery September Fire

Awakening At Dawn, To Horns Alarming Call. Ships From The West Had Been Seen Heading Towards Us. With The Sign of Cross They Would Come To Enslave Our Land. In Vein They Spill Blood Because Blind They Are To See. We Never Will Be Slain, Our Heritage Will Always Remain. Over These Hills Along These Lakes, In The Spirit of These Woods, In Wind They'll Hear Our Call. They'll Feel It In Their Heart As It Flows Through Their Veins. With Northern Pride And Honour Will Northmen See True From False. And False Men Will Not Long Rule These Lands. There Will Come A Time When Northmen In Our Spirit Will Draw Their Blades Again... No Matter How Outnumbered We Saddled Our Horses Took Our Swords And Our Shields. And Towards The Seashore Each one Headed. Soon Realized Our Foes That We Can Not Be Persuaded To Their Will. But Neither Are We Here To Die. We Came For Our Honour And For Our Heathen Pride. After First Horse Galloped Ahead No Steps Were Taken Back... Berserk We Fight! And We Ride Forth, And We Ride Forth, Until Last of Us Will Fall.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Troll Sat Alone on His Seat of Stone, And Munched And Mumbled A Bare Old Bone; For Many A Year He Had Gnawed It Near, For Meat Was Hard To Come By. Done By! Gum By! Up Came Tom With His Big Boots on. Said He To Troll: "Pray, What Is yon? For It Looks Like The Shin o' My Uncle Tim, As Should Be A-Lyin' In Graveyard. Caveyard! Paveyard! "My Lad," Said Troll, "This Bone I Stole. But What Be Bones That Lie In A Hole? Thy Nuncle Was Dead As A Lump o' Lead, Afore I Found This Shinbone. Tinbone! Thinbone! Said Tom: "I Don't See Why The Likes o' Thee Without Axin' Leave Should Go Makin' Free With The Shank or The Shin o' My Father's kin; So Hand The Old Bone Over! Rover! Trover! "For A Couple o' Pins," Says Troll, And Grins, "I'll Eat Thee Too, And Gnaw Thy Shins. A Bit o' Fresh Meat Will Go Down Sweet! I'll Try My Teeth on Thee Now." Hee Now! See Now! But Just As He Thought His Dinner Was Caught, He Found His Hands Had Hold of Naught. Before He Could Mind, Tom Slipped Behind And Gave Him The Boot To Larn Him. But Harder Than Stone Are The Flesh And Bone Of A Troll That Sits In The Mountains Alone. As Well Set Your Boot To The Mountain's Root, For The Seat of A Troll Don't Feel It. Tom's Leg Is Game, Since Home He Came, And His Bootless Foot Is Lasting Lame; But Troll Don't Care, And He's Still There With The Bone He Boned From It's Owner. Doner! Boner!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

For Ages Have Inquisitive Minds Endeavoured To Enter These Woods To Seek The Secrets of Our Sorcery. But Those Who Trespass These Forests Can Never Leave Her Alive. Many Have Tried To Escape The Sea. But Seas Are In Control of Our Might. And The Storm Will Rise, And The Seas Shall Roam And All Their Ships Will Sink Now Only The Sea Whispers The Name Of The ones Who Judged Their Wicked Fate.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Glittering Mails To Warriors High Strongest Blades To Men of Steel Blades Upon Which We Shall Rise We're The ones With The Paganheart Proud Is Our Spirit, Our Will Is Hard We're The Ones With The Paganheart To Conquer Back What Once Was Ours Blades Which Will Cut Your Throats Endowed With Unimaginable Strength We Will Reduce You To Silence... And So The Night Became And The Battle Begun One By one We Cut Down The Enemies We Are Less In Number, But Our Will Is Strong As Steel. And So We March Under The Banner of Ancient Pagan Empire!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025